Hello Detective

The Sign of Three Part 1

"Ms. Gregson what do we do?" Your assistant yelled from across the room, you struggled to hear him over the alarms blaring around your office.

"Get our missile defense equipment up and running now! I don't care how many times they threaten, we will be prepared, we can't risk calling their bluff. Get me MI6 on the phone now!" You directed, standing from your chair and rushing across your office.

"Yes ma'am." Your lackey spoke, following quickly behind you. He handed you a phone as you continued to strut through your chaotic office, flashing red lights accompanying those alarms.

"Director-General?" A familiar voice came through the phone.

"M? Tell me your men have eyes on this." You spoke.

"Of course we do. Still unsure of the severity of their threat." M, your old boss at MI6 spoke.

"If they so much as even breathe near that button you let me know. Sea Viper and Fylingdales are prepped to intercept if necessary, working on getting our other two up and running." You informed him.

"Since when have terror cells gotten their hands on nuclear weapons?" Mallory asked you.

"They've got to have a backer, a rogue government of some sort. We can sort that out later, right now my focus is making sure we're ready to intercept their missiles." You returned, you had made it to your intended room, taking a seat at the head of the table.

"Eye's up Gregson, they're not bluffing." M said urgently, after a brief pause. His voice filled the room on speaker phone.

Screens surrounded you as you now looked at the feed Mallory was getting from his agents' hidden cameras.

"If he gets one inch closer to that trigger, your agent needs to take him out." You advised.

"If he exposed himself he'd be facing almost certain death." M pointed out.

"If he doesn't and that missile gets launched we're looking at possibly the greatest attack ever witnessed on England's largest metropolitan area!" You yelled back.

"Would you think my agent that expendable if you knew it was Bass?" M said.

"It's Bass?" You yelled, "Well bloody hell Mallory tell him to take the shot! He's a professional he'll get himself out of this."

"Why don't you tell him yourself, love." Bass' audio came through and you could now hear his voice.

"You know what you have to do Charles. If he gets his hand on that button I don't think Q could authorize an override in that short amount of time. We've done this before, you know what you have to do."

"If I make it out alive can I take you out to dinner?" He asked, though you couldn't see it you knew he was wearing a cheeky grin.

"When you make it out alive, Bass. When, not if." You smiled, praying you were making the right call.

You surveyed the room around him with your enhanced technology. You saw both the radar, his video feed, and the hacked security cameras from the surrounding rooms.

"Once you take the shot, you've got two coming at you on your 6, and one on your 8." You informed him, anticipating their next move.

"Ms. Gregson you're getting a text." Your lackey spoke.

"You really think this is the time for that?" You snapped at him, returning your eyes to the screen.

"Hope you're right about this love." Charles said, standing and taking the spot, eliminating the threat. As you'd suspected, two men came at him behind, but he was prepared.

"Ms. Gregson it's Sherlock, it's an emergency, he keeps texting." Your assistant said, sliding your phone to you across the table.

HELP.

BAKER ST.

NOW.

HELP ME.

PLEASE.

Your eyes went wide as you read the texts, Sherlock never did this, it had to be an emergency. You looked up to the screen, Bass was fighting off another armed guard. But you had to go.

"I have to go." You stood, shoving your chair back behind you.

"Bass, on your right two more incoming. Mallory take over, I have to go." You yelled to M, insuring Bass would still have someone watching his tail.

You ran from the room, grabbing your coat and bag from your office. The sirens were starting to die down and the lights stopped flashing. The missile threat is over, but now it seemed you had another crisis on your hands.

"Backup, I need maximum backup!" You yelled into your phone, "Baker Street, now!"

You were running down the stairwell, grabbing the keys off the wall to a car from the garage. You didn't need a driver right know who would drive delicately and obey traffic laws.

"You'll do." You smirked, hopping behind the wheel of a sleek black Aston Martin.

You zoomed out of the garage and to Baker Street as fast as you could. Were some traffic laws broken? Yes. Were you going to get pulled over? No. God bless government plates.

You parked in front of 221 and sprinted up the stairs, you could hear someone running behind you but didn't have time to turn around and look. You gun was out and ready, you knew you had backup in the surrounding buildings and a man on the roof.

"What's going on?" You yelled, jumping into the room. Sherlock was sitting at his desk, his head in his hands, staring down at his computer screen.

"This is hard." He spoke cryptically.

"What?" You asked, you turned to see the panicked figure of Lestrade jumping into the room behind you.

"Really hard. Hardest thing I've ever had to do." Sherlock spoke again, you looked to Lestrade, both of you anxious.

Sherlock suddenly raised a book in the air titled 'How to Write an Unforgettable Best Man Speech'.

"Do you know any funny stories about John?" He asked casually.

"Are you fucking kidding me Sherlock?" You yelled, and you could tell Lestrade was just as angry.

"What?" He yelled, you could now see sirens outside and heard a police helicopter getting ever closer to the window.

"I need anecdotes." Sherlock looked up to us, he now begins to notice the sirens, "Didn't go to any trouble, did you?"

The curtains now began to blow into the room from the helicopter, creating a strong breeze. Sherlock looks up to the two of you with wide eyes, now realising the trouble you two had gone to.

"Stand down." You spoke into your phone, calling off your snipers, "I was in the middle of nearly intercepting a missile headed straight for London!"

"Oops?" Sherlock raised an eyebrow, an innocent look on his face. He could tell you were still angry.

You shook your head, not saying another word and exiting the room. You walked down the steps to the foyer by the front door to call and check in on Bass.

"Ah Adelaide, so when's that dinner you promised me?" You heard Bass' cheeky tone and smiled.

"Whenever you want," You laughed, "Glad to hear you're alive."

"Oh well, it's not everyday you get to work for both MI5 and MI6 on one assignment." Charles spoke.

"It's not everyday your targets threaten my city with nuclear weapons." You smiled. "Now if you'll excuse me, I might have to go kill Sherlock. See you soon Charles."